LittleRedRidingHood said:I’ve actually told him that a few times already—that he can just whip stuff up himself (back when we were living together, I used to cook, but apparently, that was some kind of problem for him)... but honestly, it feels stupid if I get home from college and make myself a meal, while he gets off work and just has to fend for himself... I get what's going on here... but... Eventually, we're definitely gonna end up in a massive blowout fight over this... I have no clue how this is even supposed to work... Maybe it'll just sort itself out, who knows... 😉 Well, you don't know because when you've got someone constantly screwing with you, everything goes south fast... 😉👋
Let me look at a couple of those points: who was cooking for him before he moved in with you, besides his mom? Yeah, it sounds dumb, but it's the reality. He either eats whatever he makes, or he doesn't eat. If he were actually hungry, he'd eat anything. Still, people say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. And I wanted to ask you, who's really calling the shots in this relationship? You as the woman, or him as the man? This is a huge deal.
Megan Morales5 Look, just make something easy for yourself. If he's hungry, he can eat what's there, and if he doesn't like it, he can go make his own damn food. Like you said, it’s not like he’s some gourmet critic anyway. Just look out for yourself! [/B]
Honestly, I’d sign my name right next to what Megan Morales5 just said. Seriously. If he isn't going to eat what you cook, then he can figure it out himself and be done with it. It really is that simple—just put yourself first for once!
Hey there, Anthony Wood54! Let's go through this again, step by step: 1) Honestly, I’m glad you were upfront about struggling with bulimia. It takes guts to admit that. 2) Just let people talk. Seriously. I know how it goes, especially when you feel like everyone can basically "peek right into your kitchen sink" and judge your life. Have you ever thought about moving to a bigger city if money wasn't an issue? The reality is, in small towns, everyone knows everyone's business, and they always find a way to twist it into some extra drama. 3) This weight stuff—it’s huge. (Maybe I'm wrong, don't quote me on that), but I think you mentioned before that your boyfriend is sensitive about body image. You should really try talking to him about what you're going through. Maybe he already suspects something and is just playing dumb to avoid making it awkward? It’s definitely not easy to open up, but if this relationship is the real deal, you need to trust him. Guys can be incredibly sweet, but they can also be blunt, so just see how he handles it. He’ll probably be shocked, but his reaction will tell you everything you need to know about whether you two can actually handle the heavy stuff together. 4) I noticed you skipped over a point entirely... I wonder why.................. 5) Learning to accept yourself is brutal, especially if your childhood or teen years weren't exactly sunshine and rainbows—even if you don't fully remember certain things. Some people just struggle to embrace who they are. Take me, for example: I never truly accepted myself, neither emotionally nor physically. It took me twenty years to realize I needed to just own it. Once I did, I finally felt okay being exactly who I am. I'm turning 24 soon, and for the first time, I’m actually happy and content. 6) There’s a thread somewhere down in this forum discussing OCD—you should go read it. If you're spending three or four hours washing a car, or if the way you do things seems off for someone your age, it might be worth looking into. 7) And if you're feeling indecisive? Join the club. When it came time for me to pick a major in college, I wasn't exactly decisive either. I told my parents one thing and then ended up choosing something completely different once I actually got to campus. At the end of the day, the only thing that matters is that I’m happy with my choice, not whatever the neighbors have to say.
Oh, and I wanted to ask—no pressure to reply here, you can just send me a private message—are you studying something food-related? Like nutrition or food science at a university or something?
As for you personally—please, try talking to your boyfriend. Having that kind of support during a crisis like this is massive. Or talk to anyone you truly trust, someone you know won't go around gossiping. Because look, Star and the rest of them aren't wrong: you really need to find some professional help before things get even harder.
Anthony Wood54: I've been reading about your struggles with bulimia for quite a while now. Honestly, I feel like I need to sit down and write this out for you in a few steps, mostly because I've dealt with people close to me struggling with anorexia. 1) The first thing is huge—you actually admitted to yourself that there’s a problem, even if it's just here online. That matters. 2) You really need to go find some professional help. Whether it’s a GP, a therapist, or a psychiatrist... look, I get it. I know why you're scared. Living in a small town where everyone knows everyone else's business is terrifying. You're probably worried about what the neighbors will say if they see you seeking help. But listen, there's always a bigger city nearby, a major hub where you can get privacy and care. At the end of the day, is your health worth less than some local gossip? 3) And about that guy... if he's picking at your weight or worrying about you gaining pounds, he clearly doesn't get what you're going through. Just try being real with him. Tell him the truth and see how he handles it. If he acts like it's an issue? Then he isn't worth your time. Trust me, you'll find someone else who loves you for who you are, regardless of whether the scale goes up or down. They'll value the person, not the number. 6) All that stuff we see in magazines, those super thin models with "perfect" skin? Believe me, it's all Photoshop. Even those models deal with cellulite and extra weight. Their skin looks flawless because of high-end retouching and lighting, not reality. 5) Most importantly, you have to learn to accept yourself as you are instead of obsessing over what everyone else thinks. Work on that self-esteem. 6) None of us are perfect. You have to own that truth. And regarding that professor who was putting you down—next time, try giving him a little taste of his own medicine with some sharp irony. His comments are completely senseless. Or better yet, don't go alone; bring a witness. Because what he's doing isn't "teaching," it's straight-up verbal abuse. 7) You've got to realize you're risking your actual health here. I've seen people with eating disorders lose so much weight they ended up with kidney damage, severe digestive issues, or making up excuses just to avoid eating before eventually getting sick. It's serious.
Look, if there’s a specific date printed on your referral, it’s only good for a month. Once that window closes, you're stuck having to go back to the doctor just to get a new one. If the referral doesn't have a date on it, then you're golden—you can use it whenever you feel like it. I've checked this myself, 100% sure.🙂
Thomas Watson7 said:I'm 17, standing at 5'10" and weighing about 130 lbs. I've been stuck at this weight for at least a year now and just can't seem to put on any muscle or fat. Any advice? Is this normal for someone my age?
First off, when I first read this, I totally thought you were a girl looking to gain weight. Honestly, I was going to say it’s great that you aren't one of those people struggling with anorexia. But then I realized you're probably a guy, right?😕 If you're actually trying to bulk up and you're feeling lost about whether your current weight is healthy or how much you should be aiming for, honestly, just go talk to a doctor or your primary care physician. It's better to get professional advice than random internet guesses. 🙂
Taylor Brown61 said:I feel so incredibly bad for her. It's just heartbreaking to hear something like that about such a young person. Just stay by her side, be her rock... and I wish her nothing but the best!
I'm with Taylor Brown61 on this one. I actually found myself in a similar spot during my freshman year of college—it was ages ago, though. There was this girl my age, maybe 18 or 19, who had been diagnosed with sarcoma. At first, so many of us were reaching out and talking to her constantly. But as time went on, I lost touch. I don't know if the others still talk to her or what, but personally, we drifted apart. Looking back, I really regret it because she went through things most of us can't even wrap our heads around. It just goes to show that old saying: you find out who your real friends are when things get ugly. Hard times act like a filter for who actually stays.
And yeah, that goes for alexxxx too. Seriously, props to you for being there for your friend dealing with Hodgkin's.
Life is just brutal sometimes. Just keep doing what you've been doing and keep being there for her. Since you're a med student, you actually know the drill and how to handle this stuff better than most. 👍
Also, just a heavy thought—about seven months ago at some local school here, this person just passed away after being in the hospital for a day or two. Nobody knows what happened, and honestly, nobody ever will. She was only 19 or 20.
If the leukemia is caught early enough, everything might turn out okay. You just have to stay strong and be her emotional anchor. You're a college student, you've got this. 👍 Disease doesn't care how old you are.
Alright, I’ve gotta weigh in on this Movie: ''The Terminal''. Honestly, it was such a breath of fresh air. It’s been ages since I sat through something that wasn't just mindless violence, people hacking each other to death, or constant graphic sex scenes—you know, the kind of stuff that usually clutters up prime-time TV slots.
I was sitting there watching it, just totally floored. I went from laughing my head off to tearing up, all in one sitting. And the crazy thing? The genre is just a straightforward romantic drama.
Maybe it’s just because I usually can't stand movies made in France, but man, Amelie really hit me differently. It's such a dark, beautiful film. It actually says something real about how people connect with one another. For me, it was a total standout.👍
I’ve got two examples for you—both late pregnancies, both after thirty. Both ended with a happy outcome.
1) Back when someone was 33, they gave birth; she worked right up until her very last day, somewhere around the 80s—you know, old school—and it ended in a C-section. The pregnancy itself was totally smooth sailing the whole time. 2) Then there was a case at age 35, where the mother was already on maternity leave and carrying really low. She had some bleeding in the 8th month, and the baby was born premature—spent a few days in an incubator, modern times, 21st century style.
Honestly, I think it all just comes down to the individual, but genetics play the biggest role.
I reckon you just have to sit tight and wait, but honestly, there's a better way to put this: where on earth are Laurence and Kevin White5 hiding? They've completely vanished.😕 : 😉
boldeagle3 said:So I'm just sitting here sipping my Cola when this pops up in my inbox.
2. Take a raw steak, submerge it in a bowl of Coca-Cola, and check back in two days—it’ll be gone!!!!
Yeah, that point number 2? Totally legit. I actually tried it myself and it really happens. Personally, I only drink Cola maybe twice a year because my old man used to ban it from the house for some reason, so I never really craved it, even though he was fine with other sodas. Honestly, why he was so against Coca-Cola is still a mystery to me. 😕
And hey, doctors actually recommend Coca-Cola for stopping diarrhea and vomiting. Maybe that would've helped placidjackal97 with those issues they had before.
Back when I first got sucked into those aerobics classes, I started out doing the classic step workouts set to music. By the end of those ten minutes, you’d be hitting everything—abs, glutes, triceps, biceps, the whole nine yards. Since I had to switch up my routine every once in a while, I gave hi-lo a shot too, which I actually liked, and I even stumbled into Tae Bo a couple of times. Honestly? Tae Bo isn't really my thing. I much prefer the workouts where you actually work for it and get drenched in sweat, which for me is always either the step classes or those hi-lo sessions that mix full-body movements with some yoga elements.
Look, I’m not saying I’m totally against Sunday closing laws, but please, just think about this for a second before you jump to conclusions about how we "need" essential services or that nobody works on Sundays. That's just plain stupid. Just give it some thought.
But seriously, I have just one question for all of you. Remember back in the day when people used to travel over to Austria, Italy, and places like that? Did you actually go shopping there on a Sunday, or was everything shut down? Like, up until the 90s, were stores even open or closed? If we’re talking about banning stores from working on Sunday, then why wouldn't we ban cafes too? I was recently in a country where cafes would close by 3 PM, if not earlier—and imagine, that was on a SUNDAY. Can you even imagine the absolute disaster that would be here? I mean, it’s not even the point, but buses, trams, the police, doctors—they *have* to work on Sunday because you literally can't survive without them. Think about it: you need to go visit someone, you don't have a car, and there's no bus or tram running. Or imagine a burglar breaks into your house and you can't call the police because it's Sunday and they aren't working. Or you get sick on a Sunday and you need a doctor to recover. Or the firefighters... there's your answer right there for why they have to work on Sunday. Applying that same logic to retail stores or cafes? Not so sure about that.
Nicole Sanchez45, I actually died laughing at your post. I mean, it’s not even funny, it’s just sad... but I know exactly how this plays out. I live in San Diego and most of them are exactly like that. It's a constant struggle.
Honestly, this sounds like one of the most typical situations you'll find in Florida. For these people, "office hours" basically don't exist. Sure, you might stumble upon a decent doctor once in a while, but the ones out in the rural areas? Even worse. It's the same story in Savannah and everywhere else. In Florida, if you want anyone to actually follow basic rules or show an ounce of discipline, you pretty much need to know someone on the inside just to get seen. 😢